I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 8

Dedicate your mad love

“Greetings to the Deity Akira-sama…”

Ah, I can tell from the first word. This ones is crazy.

The depressing gloomy voice grates against my eardrums, and I instinctively hang up the phone and thrust it towards the teacher.

“Sorry, the call got disconnected—”

Incoming call. Forced to answer by the silent pressure, I reluctantly bring the phone to my ear again.

“Yes, this is the deity Akira-sama.”

“Ah, uh… earlier, I was… disrespectful… For someone like me, a mere worm, to receive the honor of hearing Akira-sama’s voice is beyond my wildest dreams…”

Don’t feel honored on my behalf without my permission.

“I just had to… I wanted… to receive some words of praise… so I made the call…”

“Compliments? You stalk me and now you want me to praise you on the head? Don’t joke with me!! If I pat your head, promise you’ll never bother me again!! Please!!”

“…Minatsuki Yui.”

The flow of the conversation was abruptly severed by a whisper, and I glanced at Minazuki-san before returning my focus to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Besides, aren’t the two causing trouble for Akira-sama right now Kiriyama Sumire and… Minatsuki Yui?”

“How are you watching us?”

“Oh, that cake looks delicious… I wish I could have some too…”

I glanced around to check if the curtains were open, but there was no way to see inside from the outside.

“It’s impossible to see here.”

Despite not hearing the conversation, Minatsuki-san whispered in my ear, which was not pressed against the receiver.

“I’ve arranged our rendezvous with Akira-kun so that no one will disturb us. Probably what she saw was not ‘Teacher Unya’ but us buying the cake and entering Yui’s house. If she saw that, she could guess that we are now eating the cake, right?”

“You didn’t see, did you? Your lies are transparent to my brilliant mind.”

With Minatsuki-san’s brilliant deduction, I draw out the truth, and the other party falls into silence.

“Kiriyama, I won’t ask you to speak on the speaker since it’s a matter of personal privacy… but try not to fight too much, okay? After all, you had the courage to turn yourself in.”

“Turn myself in?”

I ask, muffling the phone, and the teacher nods deeply.

“Our meeting ended just a moment ago.

“She contacted me saying, ‘I want to apologize in person tomorrow.’ She asked me to mention it to Kiriyama if He was still in the classroom… but it seems Minatsuki has plans, so I thought I’d talk about it tomorrow morning.”

“…Did you realize Yui’s plan and stop it?”

Eh, was I originally intended to be kidnapped?

“I saved Akira-sama from the wicked ones.”

The Unya-sensei’s unnecessarily loud voice seemed to reach the other side, and my guardian angel began to mutter softly.

“Also, I placed a ‘barrier’ in Akira-sama’s shoe locker… with my hair and nails… to protect him from evil spirits…”

Can you leave such barriers to shonen manga?

“I wanted to be praised by Akira-sama… so I also banished the wicked ones… Did you like it…?”

“Are you the one who sent dead rats and cockroaches to my classmates?”

“It’s divine retribution…”

Stop calling human-caused disasters divine retribution.

“To be honest, I’m troubled by the fact that my existence causes harm to those around me. Please stop doing things like this.”

“Onii-chan, you’re so cool~”

With a melted expression, my sister presses her face against my lower abdomen and breathes heavily. Her breath is hot, and I wish she would stop.

“Ahh…! Of course…! If it’s a command from Akira-sama… I’ll do anything you ask…!”

Eh? Anything?

“…Take care of me.”

“Is it really okay to welcome the real person!?”

The pressure of her words is too intense.

“Ahh…! I am overjoyed to receive such a divine oracle! I will come to pick you up tomorrow, so please prepare… Ahh… Ahhhhh!!”

“Um, actually, cancel that.”

The call had already ended.

With a vacant expression, I look down at the screen displaying the call duration.

“So, what happened?”

“Sensei, help me!!”

I leap into the Unya-sensei’s ample bosom and get hit hard on the head by a blushing 26-year-old who scolds me

“Hey, you idiot!”

The pitch-black curtains, absorbing all sunlight, allow not a single ray of light into the room.

The only illumination in the darkness is a warm-colored, pure white candle. An anachronistic candlestick is placed on the floor, dripping wax like the tears of a pure maiden.

“Akira-sama… Akira-sama…”

The girl, clad in a pitch-black robe, prays with her hands clasped.

The object of her prayers is a doll modeled after Kiriyama Akira.

The life-sized doll, made to resemble Akira, incorporates personal items stolen from him. The face of the doll bears a close-up of Akira’s scowling expression, meticulously stitched on.

The walls, covered so densely with Akira’s photos that the original wallpaper color is indiscernible, are inscribed with words of devotion in blood-red characters.

“I yearn for you… I… yearn for Akira-sama… For your happiness… I…”

Through the gaps in her enveloping robe, her “smiling” mouth is visible.

“I would not hesitate to die or to kill.”

She cuts her wrist…

“I will come to pick you up tomorrow.”

And offers her blood oath to the doll enshrined on her homemade altar.